Long Nature romance Poems
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Silent lake secrets of a summer’s evening
Beyond meadow’s grasses, rustled in bits of expectation
Light sparkle of reflected diamonds dance on shimmery pond
Cool clear waters delighting the heart of Sister Raccoon and Brother Opossum
Devoted forest trees stand guard at her edges
Shrouded in astral Godliness, meadow mystique
Surrounded by flames of sky diamonds and their mystical promises.
There is a breathless expectation remnant on this bank.
Illumed by Luna’s prophetic power
Whispers of astral shaman and wise woman
Surround Woman Who Dares in wondrous moonlight.
She closes her eyes, appreciating their sacred melodies
Nostalgic moon dance of Lakota ancestors fills her memory
Ambivalent feelings and glints of tenderness surround her
As she meditates on the hill of her sacred kin
Father Owl is waiting to give his signal if there is danger
Silhouette shadow of ancient ghostwalker
Carefully listens to his goddaughter’s chanting, feeling nostalgic.
“Wah Yah Whee Hah, Wah, Yah, Hah,” her chant echoes.
Her mother and father join him. “It’s time,” they all agree.
Receiving her spirit message, a young brave awakens
Knowing he must head toward the pond and her silken grasses.
Urgencies of his ancestors and ebbing moon tides command it.
Ambivalent feelings and glints of tenderness surround him.
He is not from Woman Who Dares tribe,
But from a close proximity. He has lightness of foot.
Brother wolf, her power animal, waits for the signal,
But Brother Owl does not give it, watching with interest.
Man Who Would has been sent by moonbeam heart song.
Illumined by Ancient Ghostwalker’s ancestors.
Stars feldspar bright greet him on his sky travel.
Woman Who Dares senses him and chanting stops.
He is the most handsome brave she has ever seen.
He smiles, and she sees strength of bear, making her breathless.
Feels tenderness from his eyes as he gets nearer.
Recognizing him instantly from her night visions.
Their eyes meet again for the thousandth time, recognizing memories.
Bedazzled, they know each other instantly, devoted through many lifetimes.
Man Who Would and Woman Who Dares, together again.
Brother Owl hoots his approval. Wolves howl. Grasses cheer.
O to be in England
in the early days of spring
when the golden daffodils
steal the heart and make it sing.
Roaming the Lake District
far away from urban noise,
by cascading waterfalls
enamoured of nature’s voice.
Up the craggy mountains
or on hills in shades of green,
watch the sun as down it slides
veiling tarns with sanguine sheen.
O to be there with you
holding hands in amber light
basked in aural twilight field;
daylight melting into night.
Fireflies or fairies
My mind cannot well discern.
Feelings surge within my soul,
Nature sighs with me and yearns.
Time and breath both bated
as your lips touch mine with bliss;
stars aflutter, for they know
Love is born with your sweet kiss.
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A Callman Collaboration (Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian)
Life has cruel ways of muting emotions
Over time in how we treat each other
Manifest and shameful self promotion
At the expense of loved one’s own druthers
Forgetting the passion igniting fire
With the excuse we’re busy and stressed
Denies quite natural human desire
Honesty and fidelity to test
Love backs up our romantic interest
Keeping us engaged emotionally
Denying love creates awkward distance
Lonely nights and lonely days equally
Prioritize now and do not delay
For we are never given tomorrow
Promote passion today, too busy at bay
Jump start romance and save yourself sorrow
below are three separate small entries
may this day find you all well
thank you
"only beauty"
take us to a place be it mind or reality
where everywhere only beauty is found
found in further sights of color and light
found in greater sounds of music and bells
found to grace our souls now forevermore
with exposed eyes and ears ready are we
embracing a world only beauty sets free
SkyWatcher
03-20-22
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"our love is free"
show me the unseen
whisper the unheard
let it take us
touch the untouchable
feel the unfelt
let it carry us
with this world
with this silhouette
our love is free
SkyWatcher
03-20-22
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"spring"
extraordinary are you
transforming new and bright
rotating seasons with light
always fresh always rising
on a given day seen is your being
rich with colors scents and more
dancing under luminous sunlight
inside this nature we're renewed
nothing more divine could ever be
among all seasons and treasures
restoring everywhere mankind
you stand tall among them all
SkyWatcher
03-20-22
Blue faded.
The same horizon, the same clouds
changed by brushes from an impressionist painter.
The lavender sky blushes
and the crest of the cheery trees beams
as the wind hums, enticing belated bumblebees.
Twigs rattle waking a little shepherdess bellow.
Amber eyes browse the dusky glen.
She whistles, summoning her hound
and ties her undulating hair with a butterfly.
She engenders a ballroom below the tree’s canopy.
and abandons her boot, her cap, her apparel.
A blushful wind sews a new dress with dead leaves.
She tiptoes on the top of the grass blades
and two small primroses flourish on her face
as the tender breeze takes a rhyme from her lips.
The tangling grass tickles her feet
and a perishing sunray slips between the leaves
to reach her cheeks.
She hoovers free and twirls making herself a target
for distracted bowmen…
.. her dog barks and she eyes down
to a basket with four remaining heart-shaped berries.
Night arrives and starlight precipitates.
The little shepherdess greets the drops of rain with a spin.
Listen, listen to the lingering melody.
They were given to me,
to use abundantly and wisely...
when I smell the spring roses
redder than blood, or whiter than snow:
everyone should see how I these eyes glow
while their fragrance becomes my indulgence.
These are the gifts for all to enjoy,
how can one not appreciate them as I do?
And whenever they inspire, I indite their beauty
so inexpressible and unable to subdue
with lovely glances that induce a feeling of awe and delight...
have you ever felt this by walking past gardens before twilight?
Touch them as curiosity makes you ponder and surrender,
see unhappy larks fly skyward to seek a new adventure,
follow them and wish you had their swift wings...
to find those places only imagined in night dreams;
much more you can have by using every sense,
waste none of them...value them and show reverence.
Even when they are cut from their thorny stems,
and will be offered to sweethearts and friends who show loyalty...
how beautiful they will be in those caring hands!
Pick some of them: smell their aroma...isn't it as strong as it can be?
I've walked with you down a path from Spring to Fall,
showing you how to revive your senses and be glad to have them all.
I love you…
not in the noise of blossoms
screaming their radiance into spring
but in the way roots strip themselves into
world's silence, quiet, hidden
yet steadfast in every tempest
I love you…
in the silence that follows laughter
when memory brushes gentle against my chest
and I know that even years cannot erase
the warmth sent in your name.
I love you…
like the coastline greets the tide
forever restoring
even when the waters are hauled away
by the pull of far-off moons.
I love you…
not because love is endless,
but because even in endings
you are the place
I begin.
Sitting on a cloud, high above the ground,
High among the highways and the byways in the sky.
People on the hills, going where they will,
Seem like specks beneath us as we watch the world go by.
You and I in a giant red balloon, sailing across the sky.
Heaven must be like this moment in the blue, shared between you and I
Soaring like a hawk, where the eagles walk.
With a burst of fire we climb higher in the air.
Dancing on a breeze, high above the trees,
Following the currents that could take us anywhere.
You and I in a giant red balloon, sailing across the sky.
Heaven must be like this moment shared with you, here ‘neath a clear blue sky.
So pop the cork, and toast our new-found love, here in our red balloon.
So pop the cork, and toast our new-found love, here in our red balloon.
On our way we go, enjoying what’s below.
From our picnic basket we’ll pull out the caviar.
Now the moments gone, but we’ll carry on,
Floating past the sunset on our pathway to the stars.
You and I in a giant red balloon, sailing across the sky.
Heaven must be like this moment in the blue, shared between you and I
Heaven must be like this moment shared with you, here ‘neath a clear blue sky.
A child, I, when you touched my heart and mind,
so meaningful, but also undefined.
Like faerie dust, you left me behind.
There, my unceasing, lifelong search began.
Inside songs and art, I hoped to catch it,
seeking the poetic words to match it,
But from the thin air, I could not snatch it.
'Twas teasingly, from me, you skipped and ran.
I looked for you in a girl's touch and smile,
in nature's every teeming sunlit mile.
You nimbly eluded me all the while.
Ephemeral sprite, I'm a beaten man.
Oh, please visit me soon, my long-lost friend,
or we'll both be dust blowing in the wind.
Oh haste, brumal mists, that twilight kisses
on hollyhocks, meadow-born,
Sweet tears resurrected on petals neglected,
collect 'midst the early morn.
The dew-christened flowers parading the hours,
sing hope to the callow hearts,
Then rises the moon, while it saunters to swoon
and the ballet of eventide starts.
Tall grasses that thrive with new life, come alive
with a shimmer of luminous lights,
A slow-spinning dance of glowing romance,
that July has thus gifted its nights.
A heavens' breast lighted by stars, unrequited,
sets stage on the vault, above -
Night's magic, gone viral, as fireflies spiral ...
in a whimsical waltz ... of love!
~ 8th Place ~ in the "Spiral" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Judge & Sponsor.